Žodžiai dainai: Sick Of It All. Breeders Of Hate.

My, these words of anger
And fight towards the other man
I'm bent out of shape
I'm feeling irate

Feel that blood flow
(Guns on the street, a message complete)
(Greed, self hatred tonight)
Save your insanity

You die for my needs
I have no idea
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